Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.